EN: She’s going away from work. Her manager is on vacation, so nobody was looking over her shoulder today. The client didn’t send the new information, so she also didn’t have a lot of work to do. Even the weather is nice today, there are 18-19 degrees. She leaves early from work, meaning at the hour when the working hours are officially over. Come on, is a good day!

She stops to smoke a cigaret before going down to the subway. She sits on the sidewalk and looks around. She inhales another smoke. It seems that the people which are passing near her are smiling. What the hell?! This is Russia, here nobody smiles on the street. Maybe is because of the weather. Maybe this is the reason why the Russians are always having a face like you stole the last pretzel, and they will starve.

She gets into the subway, her nose in the book about Van Gogh. The stations are passing one by one. She feels how they are pushing, but she is too drawn in the universe of the miners from the book. More pushing. And a little hit with the elbow, and push a little more. She moves into a corner where the elbows that don’t have space because of her will not reach. She says to herself that this is how it is in the subway. She smiles.

She gets into the bus. Today it seems that is not crowded. She has a little bit to walk to home. And it smells like burned leaves. This was how was smelling at home in the autumn when the people were burning on the street the fallen leaves. She forgets already about the pushes from the underground.

She enters in the shop. An old lady which stays in the queue behind her keeps pushing her groceries. She moves her tomatoes a little further, she moves as well, because the old lady doesn’t stop with the pushing. The old lady even hits her with the bag on the back of her legs. She moves a little further. Take another bag over your legs, it’s for free! She lifts one of her eyebrows, and she looks bitterly at the old lady. Not a sign of remorse on her face.

She exits from the shop, and she sees that scene of the month: a woman screams after her kid which ran away from her, another woman with a newborn in a baby stroller pushes the first. They start pulling each other hair! The one with the newborn keeps fighting, literally fighting with the other mom, because she screamed near the stroller where her son was sleeping. She watches amazed, and she keeps going.

The old lady in the shop, the crazy women which were fighting, the people pushing in the subway- just coincidences. Look, the gatekeeper smiles to her. In the elevator, a small Russian girl who was barely keeping her balance on a two weals thing shows her a toothless smile.

She’s happy again, two smiles on less than three meters. She takes the dog out. She releases her from the leash, she smokes another cigarette. A kid is passing on a bicycle. She looks at the dog because it has the habit of barking at people. This time she was silent. Surprise! The kid passes fast near the dog, and HE “barks” in order to scare the dog. The dog runs behind her legs, she caresses her a little and she goes home.

She enters the inner yard. A woman thinks is a good time to ask her why she walks her dog in the inner yard because the dog will poop where the kids are playing. And she does this screaming. That is enough. She doesn’t know from where the words are coming to her in Russian, but the words keep exiting her mouth like in an avalanche: we are coming from the street, I didn’t walk her here, but somehow I needed to go back into the building. Next time, think before you speak. If you are a mean person, doesn’t mean that everybody is the same.

She turns her back, and says in Romanian: is not because of the weather! Nobody understands her but is not the first time. Here nobody does.

EN: Is Thursday, so it means that today we work. I am walking towards my corner, where I will make my last neuron regret that he didn’t killed himself since yesterday. While I am walking with the usual laziness of a Thursday, when you think with excitement that tomorrow is Friday, and that day-after-tomorrow is Saturday so you can finally sleep (a corporatist brain, what do you want?). So while I am walking I have a short look on the screen of one of my colleagues. The title hurts my eyes. “How to be more productive?”. Aside the usual nausea these articles provoke me, today is too much for me.

I will tell here the secrete to transform yourself from a lazy bulldog snoring where he can into a hound chasing a rabbit. I am saying that is the discovery of the century, maybe I even make some money from the idea. The first step is also the last: GO AND WORK!!!